Angela’s wedding day had gone perfectly, and all that
remained for her was to find out what the surprise wedding gift was that Peter
had in store for her. He had taken her aside for a few ‘quiet’ minutes
alone, and then he announced that it was time for her to see her wedding
gift. When they appeared again she was stunned, but delighted, to see the
scene before her. There, a few yards away, were her three bridesmaids,
still in their bridal wear, bound to stakes in the classic position for burning
at the stake. Peter knew Angela’s continual erotic fantasy of burning at
the stake. He knew that she enjoyed the fantasy of young girls being
burned alive at the stake, as well as fantasising about being the sweet,
innocent, young girl slowed burned alive at the stake herself. He also
knew that in spite of Susan, Denise and Dawn being her bridesmaids, she held a
certain resentment towards all of them. Susan had always been a
backbiter, spreading false gossip about her; Denise had become very cool
towards her once Angela had rebuffed her sexual advances, and Dawn had made a
grave mistake in making overt sexual advances to her husband-to-be. Now,
Angela had the three of them exactly where she wanted them: at her mercy, and
no mercy would be shown.

“What do you think?” said Peter. “Fantastic, I’m going to enjoy seeing
all three burning alive at the stake”, replied Angela. “Those ball gags
are a novel twist” she added, “no shouting, screaming or crying out, just the
sound of a fierce wood fire as they burn!” “So” said Peter, “where shall
we start?” “Let’s start at the back with Susan” said Angela, “and let the
fire gradually creep forward and engulf Denise in the middle, then finally take
that big-breasted slut Dawn. I particularly want Dawn to hear the fire,
and feel the heat increase for along time before she is lit. Those
bridesmaids gowns will burn so beautifully; I love to see such shiny material
go up in flames.” “Then you will not be disappointed, shall we begin?”
said Peter.

They walked hand in hand to the back of the large pyre, to where two burning
torches were placed in the ground. Picking them up, they stood either
side at the back of the pyre as Susan watched with terror in her eyes.
Almost as one, they both placed their torches into the wood at either
corner and then stood together to watch the scene unfold. The hot
summer’s day ensured that the wood was bone dry, and flames were soon reaching
along the back of the pyre as well as around the sides heading forward.
What terrified Susan was the ominous sight of the flames rising through
the wood up towards her. Ahead of her, the other two girls could hear the
fire crackling on the wood, and feel the wisps of smoke gently encircle them as
it drifted forward. But they could see nothing. Behind them, Susan
was becoming frantic as the heat became unbearable and the fire advanced ever
closer to her. Her attempts at crying out resulted in a muffled sound,
hardly heard above the sound of the fire. Angela, avidly watching, was
getting more aroused as the moment when Susan started burning got ever
closer. Finally, the flames reached the hem of her dress and set the
satin material alight. It burned slowly at first, but as the flames and
heat began to take effect, long red flames were seen climbing up her dress,
swirling all around Susan’s body. But for the moment, only her clothing
burned fiercely. After several seconds, Susan was naked at the stake, but
flames were already licking around her legs. “Oh yes, that dress burned
beautifully, and now she is starting to burn” said Angela excitedly. The
flames had tasted Susan, and wanted more, much more. As more of the wood
fed the fire, so the flames could be seen wrapping themselves around the stake
and, in the process, whipping around the front to embrace Susan’s restrained
shapely young body. In no time at all her legs were enveloped in flames,
and Angela gazed in wonderment as the flames hungrily licked at Susan’s fanny
and her tight naked arse. Susan’s hips provided the platform for the
flames to rise even higher, and soon the fire was sweeping over her nubile
naked breasts. Seconds later, Susan’s hair was engulfed in flames, and
Susan and her stake were as one: both clearly outlined within an all-consuming
fire. Angela and Peter then turned their gazes on Denise, who was fully
aware of the fire raging behind her, and more seriously, of the fact that it
was creeping closer to her with every passing second.

Peter stood behind Angela and gently caressed her breasts as they waited for
the flames to finally reach Denise. Susan and her stake burned with a
fierceness that sent flames spiralling heavenwards, and a breeze sent flames
forward towards the next ‘witch’ to be burned. Angela edged much closer
to get a better view of proceedings, and as a result the breeze sent stray
sparks from the wood showering onto her white wedding dress, without actually
setting it alight. “Careful” said Peter, “we wouldn’t want you to go up
in flames”. “Now wouldn’t that just be something to behold” said Angela
seductively. Peter smiled and gently sank his teeth into the nape of her
neck. Angela gasped, and Peter knew she was already imagining herself up
on that pyre before them burning most erotically. “Wow, look at that”
said Angela. And it was something to see. The breeze had remained
constant, and the fire ravaging Susan was being fanned forward with increasing
force. The flames on the wood were still moving forward, although at a
slower pace. What Angela and Peter marvelled at was the flames from Susan
were actually touching the stake Denise was bound to, at around the level of
her waist. “This is fantastic” said Angela. “Those flames are going
to set her alight soon, but they will be around her waist first, not from her
feet upwards”. Angela had guessed correctly, as flames fastened on
Denise’s stake and sensing there was more to be had, curled around Denise’s
waist, feeding easily on her satin gown. Denise’s long blonde hair,
resting gently on her back, was singeing and about to burst into flames.
But the best sight of all was her breasts. The ropes had been fastened in
such a way that her superb breasts were bound tightly and emphasised their
shape in the most emphatic way. Now the flames were taking their natural
path, and rising slowly. Angela watched as the flames started to burn the
satin covering the undersides of her breasts, and then moved on to take all of
her breasts and her white bra. Soon, her long blonde hair was well
alight. “Oh God, look at how she burns. Look at how beautifully the
flames take her breasts. And seeing her long blonde hair on fire is just
a total turn-on. I wish I could have stood behind her and held a match
flame to her hair and watched as tiny flames blossomed in those golden
locks. A girl’s long hair burning is so erotic!” By now Denise’s
waist, breasts and hair were well alight, and the flames in the wood slowly
advanced towards her, smoke all the while drifting around her adding to the
dramatic scene unfolding. At last the fire in the wood reached her and
began to work its way up her gown. The lower half of her gown, already
scorching in intense heat, blossomed with flames, and in seconds Denise’s legs
were lost within the flames as she was ravenously consumed by the fire.

All the while, Dawn stood terrified at what was happening behind her.
Peter and Angela moved to the front of the pyre. “I don’t think we should
let those two torches at the front go to waste” said Peter. “Let’s light
the front of the pyre, and watch Dawn being taken from all sides!” With
that they both picked up a torch and, as before, plunged them into the wood
simultaneously at each corner of the front of the wood. Dawn
instinctively tried to shrink back, but her bonds held her firm. She was
being assailed from all sides by the flames. The fire was now in its
element, with two pretty girls enveloped in flames and a third soon to be.
Once again the fire from behind came on at the girl with a force.
For Dawn, the flames licked high around the back of her, setting her hair on
fire, but also at the same time burning through the fastener on the gag around
her mouth. Suddenly, Dawn could heard crying out, pleading not to be burned,
shaking her head in a vain attempt to douse the flames on her hair.
“Bonus!” said Angela. “Let’s hear this slut really suffer”.
Far beneath her burning hair, the fire was setting to work on Dawn.
Flames leapt through the wood in front of her, and as the hem of her gown
was being set alight, so stronger flames were shooting up inside the gown to
caress her thighs and probe deep into her naked crotch. Angela saw the
flames issue out of Dawn’s gown around her hips and crotch and heard her cry
out. “That’s the last thing ever to lick her out, the cow!” she
exclaimed. As she spoke, sparks from the fire alighted on Dawn’s
prominent breasts ahead of the main fire reaching them, and the underside of
her bodice slowly caught fire and began to burn. Small flames spread
along the undersides of her breasts before curling around the outsides and
between them. The effect was that her breasts were slowly being burned
quite separately to the rest of Dawn. Her full breasts soon had flames
devouring all of the material around them: her gown and her sexy black
tight-fitting bra that made them jut out to such terrific effect in the first
place. Dawn’s breasts stood out magnificently, flames playing all over
them, as her hair continued to erupt in flames. Dawn’s heavy use of
hairspray saw to it that there would be a long and constant halo of fire around
her pretty face. Again Angela moved closer to enjoy the sight, and again
sparks settled on her wedding dress. “You really do want to burn alive,
don’t you?” said Peter jokingly. “That’s the only way to go” said Angela
quietly, “it’s the totally erotic way to go, but more slowly than these
witches. When I am slowly burning alive at the stake, I want the chains
to hold me so tightly that they hurt. I want to be totally, unashamedly,
helpless at the stake. I want to feel every lick of every tongue of flame
on me. I want to be driven to an incredible orgasm as the flames lick out
my fanny and arse.” “Enough of that” said Peter, “for now you can just
enjoy the spectacle of your three bridesmaids burning in the classic
manner.” “Perhaps I will be next…” said Angela, her voice trailing off as
she knelt down and took Peter’s stiff cock in her mouth as they both watched
the roaring fire burning the three young girls so deliciously. “Perhaps
next time…”